4ThaLove by Kid Syc Lyrics
(spoken)
I see what you tryina do
Tell 'em it ain't gon' work. Tell 'em it ain't gon' work, holmes
Ahahahahahaw
[Verse 1: KidSyc]
No comparisons necessary I'm tearing up the fraudulent//
Artists when I start to spit//
Lock on to my target and I blast//
Outlast OutKast like Antwan//
I kidnapped the game and keep on upping the ransom//
While you up in the bathroom practicing' in the mirror//
Writing bars about who's diamonds is clearer, it ain't exciting//
I'm the diamond in the rough and I'm inviting you to make sure//
Your rhyming is clear enough for me to understand//
You apparently transparent I see through all your plans//
I'll parent you, abandon you, embarrass you, and carry two//
Of you on my back plus the crew that you rap with//
Y'all so studio actin' like you're real but in actuality//
You just wack with a dream of a plaque and some status//
Its sad 'cuz I'm bad like my last name was Jackson//
Ask 'em I crash 'em//
But this ain't Terrance its more like a terrorist it's The Kid//
Chorus:
I do it 4 Tha Love they do it for the money//
I came from up above so y'all look kinda funny//
When you chasing after paper every mother effin' monday//
And the paper chasing me and its so fast I can't outrun it//
(repeat)
Verse 2:
And I'm running like I'm Usain Bolt//
They say that I'm talking like I'm insane yo//
Tell 'em they get Hussein folded//
On that mat straight up into an "o"//
If they ain't never been there then they don't know//
Put a hand in the air if you gon' show//
Up at the show, then I make you raise up both//
Hope that you paid for the ticket at the door//
Unless you get snuck in unless you coming back to the back//
Tell 'em that they should just relax//
They be lying I just stick to the facts//
Bullseye...who am I? Y'all don't know?//
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
And I'm feeling' like I'm Speedy Gonzales//
They say you be rapping like you graduated college//
I'm glad you hate it, homie//
Every time I came up on the scene//
With them glasses on, no lenses but I always peep the phonies//
Vision 20-20 only the beginning//
I do not be finishing I just stay on Genesis//
Got a revelation for the one that said they hate it//
I got love for 'em all and you know there's no debating//
Not at all. Wake 'em up like the smell of bacon in the morning//
Tell em that I came through the door without warning, I just kicked it//
Speaking like I'm Yoda//
Tell 'em that we 'bout to take it over//
Chorus x2
(cooking up the crack I'm whippin hard like baking soda
That crinnack, tell 'em they should probably fall binnack
The man on the scene dog, I been that
Every single rule to the game I bend that)
I see what you tryina do
Tell 'em it ain't gon' work. Tell 'em it ain't gon' work, holmes
Ahahahahahaw
[Verse 1: KidSyc]
No comparisons necessary I'm tearing up the fraudulent//
Artists when I start to spit//
Lock on to my target and I blast//
Outlast OutKast like Antwan//
I kidnapped the game and keep on upping the ransom//
While you up in the bathroom practicing' in the mirror//
Writing bars about who's diamonds is clearer, it ain't exciting//
I'm the diamond in the rough and I'm inviting you to make sure//
Your rhyming is clear enough for me to understand//
You apparently transparent I see through all your plans//
I'll parent you, abandon you, embarrass you, and carry two//
Of you on my back plus the crew that you rap with//
Y'all so studio actin' like you're real but in actuality//
You just wack with a dream of a plaque and some status//
Its sad 'cuz I'm bad like my last name was Jackson//
Ask 'em I crash 'em//
But this ain't Terrance its more like a terrorist it's The Kid//
Chorus:
I do it 4 Tha Love they do it for the money//
I came from up above so y'all look kinda funny//
When you chasing after paper every mother effin' monday//
And the paper chasing me and its so fast I can't outrun it//
(repeat)
Verse 2:
And I'm running like I'm Usain Bolt//
They say that I'm talking like I'm insane yo//
Tell 'em they get Hussein folded//
On that mat straight up into an "o"//
If they ain't never been there then they don't know//
Put a hand in the air if you gon' show//
Up at the show, then I make you raise up both//
Hope that you paid for the ticket at the door//
Unless you get snuck in unless you coming back to the back//
Tell 'em that they should just relax//
They be lying I just stick to the facts//
Bullseye...who am I? Y'all don't know?//
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
And I'm feeling' like I'm Speedy Gonzales//
They say you be rapping like you graduated college//
I'm glad you hate it, homie//
Every time I came up on the scene//
With them glasses on, no lenses but I always peep the phonies//
Vision 20-20 only the beginning//
I do not be finishing I just stay on Genesis//
Got a revelation for the one that said they hate it//
I got love for 'em all and you know there's no debating//
Not at all. Wake 'em up like the smell of bacon in the morning//
Tell em that I came through the door without warning, I just kicked it//
Speaking like I'm Yoda//
Tell 'em that we 'bout to take it over//
Chorus x2
(cooking up the crack I'm whippin hard like baking soda
That crinnack, tell 'em they should probably fall binnack
The man on the scene dog, I been that
Every single rule to the game I bend that)